Sunday, May 19, 2013
owlkeepitreal:

best. part.

owlkeepitreal:

best. part.

partydude67:

HULK SMASHHHHH!!!!!

Saturday, May 18, 2013
just admit it and let’s get this over with.

just admit it and let’s get this over with.

jotzumha:

Brian Drucker

mind map. :)

jotzumha:

Brian Drucker

mind map. :)

be-a-shooting-star:

Life of Cinderellaash. on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/165fPWh

be-a-shooting-star:

Life of Cinderellaash. on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/165fPWh

be-a-shooting-star:

too legit 2 quit. on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/pYmWGs

be-a-shooting-star:

too legit 2 quit. on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/pYmWGs

wbsloan:

The Truth Inside The Lie 
“Fiction is the truth inside the lie.” ― Stephen King

wbsloan:

The Truth Inside The Lie 

“Fiction is the truth inside the lie.” 
― Stephen King

daydreamers-world:

“Things are different now, I have to protect the one thing that I can’t live without. That’s you.”

our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. it is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. your playing small does not serve the world. there is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel secure around you. we were all meant to shine, as children do. it’s not just in us, it’s in everyone,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same - as we are liberated from our fears;
our presence automatically liberates others.

timo cruz - coach carter

(via christianplease)

Friday, May 17, 2013
beyondalll:

this book 

beyondalll:

this book 

(Source: themistakencrier)

Wednesday, May 15, 2013
motionaday:

Nightvision
Monday: Taiyo Yamamoto

drivin’ down the highway.

motionaday:

Nightvision

Monday: Taiyo Yamamoto

drivin’ down the highway.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The art of getting by (poem)

fuckin-man-suit:

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Don’t ask me about life ‘cause I don’t know it.

Don’t ask me about love and don’t ask why.

My heart is made of stone. It can be broken.

But in the end it’s cold and it is blind.

I am surrounded by a stanger’s faces.

I an alone in crowd of friends of mine.

I’m telling stories that won’t be ever listened.

I’m learning to the art of getting by.